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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  One Full House

  

  By A-C-B, Los Altos, CA

  Sundays are always sunny and clear. Mornings are crisp, and fresh. Afternoons were dusty, smoky, and noisy. On our left the house next door is busy and full of people, every size, every age, and every attitude. There are the teenagers who never seem to have anything else to do, but lean up ag...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Mail on Sunday

  

  By A-C-B, Los Altos, CA

  Last night I sat under your windowsill. I ignored the wet grass that was slowly soaking the seat of my pants, the wind biting me down to the bone, and the knotted wooden boards of your house pressing into my spine. All I could feel was a pounding in my head and the dizziness of your smell, ...